The man ignored that comment about his wife, clearly affected by the comment. Instead, he picked at a dent on one of the barrels where the wood had started to peel away. "I know where these barrels came from", he stated. "I don't know what business you had with the elves of Mirkwood, but I don't think it ended well".

Turning her head to the side, so she could see him at the corner of her eye, Saeril had that glare of a traditional concerned mother, and adjusted his position so she and the young dwarf are in a comfortable position, before looking back at the bargeman.

Back in Mirkwood, Legolas held the orc at knifepoint while holding him on his knees. "You were tracking the company of thirteen dwarves, and two she-Elves. Why?", the prince demanded, the memory of the girl vaguely hovering within his mind, but kept a straight face.